I meditate. I really do. I’d like to do it every day for at least 15 minutes, but I usually get it in about 4 times a week. I just got done as a matter of fact and as I was sitting there, breathing, trying to clear my mind I felt my asshole open up and pinch the couch cushion. And this thought occurred to me, sexual cough syrup…for your dick! I’m not sure what I’m going to do with that or how I’m going to get it to market, any ideas would be appreciated.
All that has nothing to do with today’s topic, namely, Trapper Keepers. My girlfriend bought me one recently and I’m using it as a workstation, cutlery, a hairbrush, and toilet paper. It’s one of those things you can use for just about anything and I love it and you can’t have it!
An album I think that is good for any occasion (much like my Trapper Keeper) is Blind Faith’s self-titled release.
You can’t wipe with it, but it does feature a lineup that is hard to fuck with. Eric Clapton, Steve Winwood, Ginger Baker and Ric Grech. They only did this one album released in 1969. It’s melodic enough to please the pussies and rocking enough for the dickheads, again much like my Trapper Keeper.
I don’t know anybody that doesn’t like Clapton in at least one of his iterations and Ginger Baker is as good as drummers get. I read that Hendrix wanted Steve Winwood to join his band when Winwood was only sixteen, could you have a better endorsement than that? Blind Faith is truly a super group, and the album has a jam type feel. Not like getting two fingers jammed inside you, more like four musicians getting together and expressing their anal glands, I mean talents.
The beauty of this song gets me every time, the vocals are haunting and the acoustic guitar superb:
Steve Winwood is a bit like a Trapper Keeper, he is one of the best vocalists of all time (check him out with the Spencer Davis group and this one, https://youtu.be/POCUgBSVENQ) great on the keys and a phenomenal guitarist. Having said that I still like my new Trapper Keeper better and you can’t have it.
I think my favorite work of Clapton’s is with Cream (also with Ginger Baker on drums) but Blind Faith is up there. Speaking of Ginger Baker, he really jams on the last song on this album, Do What You Like:
In fact, they all jam on this one, this time just like two fingers shoved right inside you. Meditate on that while you listen. This really is a killer track that should probably get mentioned more.
This album, in my opinion, is a good one to have on vinyl. It works fine as background music but really deserves attentive listening. There is no place you feel like skipping a track, and those are the kind I try to get on wax. I got it used at Lost Weekend Records for 15 bones in mint condition. Almost as good a bargain as my Trapper Keeper that you can’t have.
Ginger Baker is killing it right now as I listen and write this. I hope you listened to that whole track, but do what you like, unless you want my Trapper Keeper. In that case, fuck yourself with a tire iron.